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When I think about what sparked my connection to existential poetry, it mainly relates to how I felt while growing up. Relatives told me that as a baby, even before I learned to speak, when I wanted to show anger—usually when I lacked the space I needed from others—I would curl my fists, tense up, and shake so much that my whole body would “vibrate.” When I felt like I was unheard, my family said that once I could speak, I would “storm out” of rooms and refuse to be ignored a